The question lingered between them as Damien’s hand moved to the waistband of Donovan’s pants. Donovan’s breath hitched, his fingers curling into the fabric of the couch as Damien’s lips traveled up to meet his. The tension from earlier dissolved into something far more heated, far more immediate.
Donovan kissed him back, slow at first, then with increasing urgency. As their bodies moved together, the earlier conversation faded into the background, replaced by the heat of the moment.
As their bodies pressed closer together, the room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with the weight of their unspoken desires and frustrations. Donovan’s lips were on Damien’s again, more urgent now, as if the kiss was a release for everything they both needed to get out but couldn’t say.
Damien Du Verre
Softly, breathless*
Damien Du Verre
You’re always in control... but who’s in control now?
Donovan Lee
Donovan’s heart beat faster as Damien’s hands slid under his shirt, the coolness of his skin contrasting with the heat building between them. The playful edge in Damien’s voice made Donovan smirk before pulling him even closer.
Donovan Lee
Smirking*
Donovan Lee
I think you know the answer to that.
Damien’s eyes flickered with desire as he responded in kind, pulling Donovan’s shirt off with a swift movement
Damien Du Verre
What happens when you can’t fix them? When even your plan fails
Donovan’s eyes met Damien’s, a sharp edge to his gaze as he shifted their bodies, pushing him further into the couch. His breath was ragged now, his control slipping with every passing second.
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